When I Met Him

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My eyes stared up at the ceiling. While my mind ignored the alarm that was screaming on my nightstand beside me. Suddenly, there were loud knocks on my door.

“IRENE, GET YOUR ASS UP. And turn that damn alarm off already.”

“Ugh, OKAY. I’m awake you can stop putting holes in my door.”

I reached and sat my hand on my alarm clock, filling the room with silence. Pushing my blanket off of me I sat up, grabbing the closest pair of pants off my floor. Black sweat pants; good enough. It’s Sunday, great. For me, Sundays’ were worse than Mondays’. Once again, loud knocks echoed through my room.

“IRENE, I SWARE HURRY YOUR ASS UP.”

“I’M COMING, DAMMIT.” I pulled my door open and was met by my brother’s unpleasant face.

“About damn time, the guys will be here in a few hours. Get your ass moving.”

Aric turned away and headed downstairs after he was done staring me down with his stone-cold eyes. So fucking annoying! I followed him down the stairs and made my way to the kitchen. It’s small, but it’s mine. I sat my phone on the counter after opening my music app. As I listened to the music, I got to work.

Opening the cabinet under the sink I pull out the rags and chemicals. I made my way to the living room and start to dust the furniture, wipe the windows, and vacuum the floor. I continued to clean making sure the house was dust-free for my Aric’s ‘Poker Night’. A.K.A. the worst nights’ of my life!

After I have all the cleaning supplies put away, I began to cook. I decided on chicken, chips, and dip. Who can complain about chicken, right? I pulled the marinated chicken from the fridge and sat it out on the counter, along with my mini grill top, and the rest of the ingredients I needed. I placed the chicken wings I had out onto the grill, slowly cooking all three dozen wings. The smell of food must have made it’s way next door because Adam came walking into the kitchen.

“What up, Irene? Whatcha cooking?” Adam lingers around the chicken wings until he cautiously reached out to grab one.

“WHAT do you think you’re doing?”

“Come on, Irene. Can’t I have just one?”

“NO. Aric will beat the shit out of me if we run short tonight. You’ll just have to wait till dinner.”

“Fine” Adam put his hands up in defeat.

“Are you ready for that exam you were talking about the other day. It’s tomorrow, right?” I froze in place and stared at him. Fuck, I’m screwed!

“YOU FORGOT. Irene what have you been doing all weekend.”

“I’ve just been busy, don’t worry I’ll just study after poker night.”

“Busy, with what?” I hesitated and tried to think of something.

“Irene, NO lies.”

“Alright, I had to run... some errands.”

“Errands?... Oh, hell. Don’t tell me he had you out on runs again?”

“Yeah” Adam’s hands curled into fists at his sides and his jaw tightened in anger.

“What the FUCK is he thinking.” I rushed to cover Adam’s mouth with my hands.

“Quiet down dammit.”

“Quiet down? He does realize you’ll be expelled if the university finds outright?”

“Yes, he knows that. He doesn’t care, and you know it. It’s fine though okay; I’m careful they won’t find out.”

“You can’t say that for sure, I’ll go talk to him.” Before Adam could leave the kitchen I quickly grab his sleeve.

“Please, leave it be Adam. This you can’t change his mind on, you know that. You’ll only anger him.” I’m not usually one that begs, but if it’ll save me from Aric’s wrath then so be it. Adam stares at me and lets out a long breath.

“Okay, I’ll leave it be. But please be careful Irene. If Jirou finds out you’re running product you’ll be added to his shit list too.”

“I promise, I’ll be careful.” As he left to the living room, I got back to cooking.

When I finally was done, I turned the grill top off and started to clean and put stuff away. I placed the chicken in a couple of large serving bowls in the dining room or as my brother calls it the ‘poker room’. I sat bowls of chips and dip out and filled the cooler with beer. Afterward, ‘the guys’ started arriving. They began to sit down, with a beer in their hands. As I began to head up the stair, I felt an arm snake around my waist.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetcheeks?” It was ... Greg, the perverted asshole of the group.

“Greg, get your hands off me. I’m sure my BROTHER, will have some whores for you to fuck later.”

I hoped that the mention of my brother would scare him off. Unfortunately, Greg thinks with his dick, not his fucken brain.

“Oh, come on Irene. I’m sick of those fucking bitches. I want something sweet, don’t you want to help me. I mean, I can make it feel good for both of us.” His grip got tighter as he pushed me into the wall. He mouth hovering over my neck.

“Greg, leave me alone. I’m NOT interested.” Slowly his hand began to slide up my body. That’s it, I’ve had enough!

“Ada-” Before I could finish, I was interrupted.

“GREG, GO NOW.”

“Yes, boss.” Greg hurried to release me and fleed with his tail between his legs. I looked up at my brother’s cold stare, his blue eyes always seemed to see right through me.

“Aric, I-” Once again, he interrupted me.

“Get to your room before I let Greg have his way.” His voice was stern and intimidating, a threat that wasn’t to be challenged.

“Yes,” I quickly made my way up the stairs and locked my bedroom door behind me.

I rested on my floor and pulled out my textbooks. Not long after, the sounds of the party made its way upstairs. Drunk already. I ignored them as usual and turned up my music. A few hours past and it was obvious the whores had arrived. Their cries to be ‘pleased’ could be heard a block away not to mention my room.

“Fuck me harder”

“Please Daddy.”

“Ahhhhh”

ENOUGH! I packed my bag, climbed out my window, and down the side of the house to my car. I started the engine and drove off. The streets were calm and peaceful, but I knew better. Around any corner could be a gang ready to start a war.

I made my way to the local park. It’s small but quiet. My usual spot to relax. When I finally finished studying, I headed back home. Poker night should be well over by then and of course, I was the one who had to clean it up.

After I parked my car on the curb, I open the door and walked in. Adam was waiting for me, in the living room.

“Where have you been? I was getting worried.”

“I just went to the park.”

“You went out this late at night. Do you have a death wish? You know the streets aren’t safe at night.”

“Well, sorry. I didn’t really have a choice. I couldn’t study over the loud fucking that was going on.”

“Okay fine, I get it.” Adam stood up and headed toward the front door. “You want help cleaning up before I leave?”

I looked around; damn it’s like a tornado hit the place. Beer bottles, crums, leftovers, spills, and worst of all condoms littered the place.

“No, go home. I’ve got it, Aric would get mad anyway if you helped.”

“Okay, goodnight.”

“Night.” I locked the door behind him and got to work.